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What the fuck was I fucking thinking?

Oh, yeah, that's it. I want a date with her. I want to touch her and hold her and kiss her. And yeah, God knows I want to fuck her, too.

Plus, her little hurt face when she thought I was rejecting her was just too much to handle. I respect her for trying to be cool about it, but she wasn't hiding her disappointment very well.

I caved because I'm a weak man. There's only so much I can take, only so much I can resist. When the fittest woman in the fucking world asks me out, how am I supposed to turn her down? It's impossible.

I'm actually glad that I said yes. I would have been kicking myself if I hadn't done so. This girl is literally the cure to my broken dick, I'm not letting her get away that easily and when she's offering time with her on a silver plate, I'm not gonna say no.

My sister will be over the moon that I've got a date, which is precisely why I'm not going to tell her. She'll get too excited and probably do something crazy like message Maya or something. I wouldn't put it past Bex.

Maya is returning from her jog when I arrive at her house. She greets me as I'm unloading my painting equipment from the van.

"I'm going to start painting the first room today. That alright?"

"Yeah, that's great! Thank you. There's gallons of the stuff upstairs for you."

"Awesome."

I turn and start picking up my things, I can still feel Maya's eyes on me. I look over my shoulder to check she's alright.

She looks nervous as she twists her fingers. "I managed to book a table for us for six o'clock this evening. I assume you'll want to go home first?"

I look down at my work gear and snort. "Definitely. Nothing says restaurant dining like plaster-covered clothes."

She chuckles adorable at my reply. "Okay. I'll see you there at six, then."

"I'll pick you up."

My comment surprises her because she raises her eyebrows. "It's okay, I'll drive and meet you there."

I shake my head, not leaving any room for argument. "It's a date, that means I pick you up and take you home."

Her cheeks turn pink as she blushes. I don't know why she is embarrassed about me calling it a date, she's the one who asked me on it!

"It doesn't have to be a date, I really did just want to try it out and I had no one to go with. There's no pressure."

Maybe I read this wrong. Maybe she doesn't fancy me?

"And if I want it to be a date?"

She meets my eyes and swallows. "Then, it can be a date."

"Good, because I feel no pressure, I don't know about you."

The tension leaves her shoulders and she gives me a warm smile. "Me neither, no pressure."

"Good, it's settled, then. I will pick you up at quarter to six."

She smiles shyly and tucks a curl of hair behind her ear. "Okay. Thank you."

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It's an easy day painting. Despite the windows being open and a fan on in the room, I'm a sweaty mess when I get home. I take a cold shower and clean myself spotless for my date.

I browse the options in my wardrobe, wondering what to wear. It's been a while since I've been on a date. I feel kinda nervous.

I choose a burgundy shirt that makes my biceps bulge, chicks always drool at this shirt. You could call it my lucky shirt. It's worked for me on more than one occasion. I'm nervous about impressing Maya so I need my looks on my side tonight.

I dress in some black jeans and loafers and jump back into my truck. I wish I had a nicer car. I really need to splurge and spend some of that money that I have tucked away in my savings. I haven't had anyone I've needed to impress. I got the truck because it was cheap and good for work, but now, taking Maya on a date, I regret choosing the less flashy option.

I hope she's not embarrassed to be seen pulling up in a beat-up workman's truck. Something tells me she's not like that, though.

I pull up at the house and Maya is already sat on the swing seat, waiting for me. She's wearing a bright orange dress that looks great against her medium-brown skin. Her hair is loose and her curls are wild, creating a halo around her head.

"You look great," I tell her as she descends the steps.

She grins and looks me up and down. "Thank you, so do you!"

I open the door for her and offer my hand to help her into the cab of the truck. It's requires some effort in her heels, but my hand placed on her lower back helps her into the car. I try not think about how much that simple touch just fucking woke up my cock.

It's busy at the restaurant and I'm surprised Maya managed to get us a booking. My nerves return after we've ordered our drinks. I've ordered a non-alcoholic fizzy drink and she's gone for a glass of wine.

"I'm really sorry that you can't drink. You should have just let me drive or get a taxi," Maya says, gesturing to my soda.

"It's cool, I'm not much of a drinker anyways."

Not in the last few months, at least.

"Oh, okay. I think drinking is a requirement for surviving as a teacher," she says with a laugh.

"Yeah, I imagine it is."

The food is really good despite the restaurant being newly-opened. We have mains and dessert. After we've split the bill, I suggest that we go for a drink somewhere, even if it is non-alcoholic. I enjoy her company and I'm not ready to take her home yet.

As we walk down the street, Maya's hand brushes against mine. The small graze makes my hand tingle, it's weird. She points out a bar called Jackson's and I try to guide her to a flashy cocktail place but she's insistent on Jackson's.

We're stopped before we even get through the doorway. The bouncer takes one look at me and puts his arm out to stop us from entering.

"No way, Walker," he says sternly.

I give Maya an apologetic look and lean in to talk to the bouncer. "It was almost half a year ago, man. I promise I'm not here for trouble, I just wanna buy this beauty a drink, alright?"

He looks back and forth between the two of us, eyes narrow and lips pressed into a thin line.

"No trouble?"

"I swear."

"Fine, but one problem and you're out."

"Got it."

I place my hand on Maya's lower back and guide her into the place.

"Old friend of yours?" She asks sarcastically.

I scoff and lead her to the bar. I order and pay for our drinks and then we find a table near the window so that we can watch everyone go by on the street.

"I got into a couple fights here earlier in the year, when I was still recovering from my accident. I was in a bad place, I'm not anymore."

That's a bit of an overstatement, but I'm definitely in a better place. Maya smiles sympathetically.

"I see. I can't even imagine what you've been through."

I shrug. "Still working through some shit, but I'm okay."

"I'm glad to hear it."

We stay for almost an hour, long after we've both finished our drinks. I just love talking to her, she makes it so easy. I had my suspicions before I arrived at the house, but I realised about five minutes into the date that I'm going to want more with this woman.

I want to keep taking her on dates. I want to spend evenings with her, talk to her after a long day, make her laugh till the corners of her almond-shaped eyes crinkle with laugh-lines. I want to know every little thing about her.

Fuck, I've got it bad.

I drive Maya back to her house. Even after I've cut the engine, we both sit in the cab of my truck, looking at her house in front of us.

"Thank you for tonight, I would have been lonely by myself on a Friday night."

"No worries, I would have probably spent the night in my flat alone, so you saved me, too."

She grins at me. "We're a sad pair, aren't we?"

I can't help but smile back. "A little, maybe."

As if I have to wait another two days before seeing her freckled face. She's so fucking beautiful. I don't want to have to spend the weekend without talking to her.

"Let me walk you to the door."

"What a gentleman you are," she replies with a laugh.

We walk up the steps and she stops outside the screen door. She turns to look at me and takes a step closer. My heart beats faster and my breathing shallows. Adrenaline spikes as I pick up on her signals. She wants me to kiss her.

This is not a good idea.

This is not a good idea.

But I'm leaning in anyways.

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